Song by Na$tii not Nastii
I don’t make friends
Trust will put you in the dirt
Yo homies might just get you murked
Not from my ends
Bitch got the Glock up her skirt
Shawty here putting in work
Bitch I’m a clerk
You getting paid on the first
And I’m at yo door on the third
Won’t say a word
I put yo ass on the news
And all of the footage is blurred
Call that shit
Black jack
Pulling they cards
Don’t care who you are
I pull on yo boulevard
In a hatch back
With an AR
I make yo body all blue
Like you in avatar
King of this shit I’m the czar where my crown at
Why the fuck yall looking down bad
You not an artist ,you tief and you copy
You sound jack
We ain’t be playing around that
We ain’t just playing
I came here to win
Come here I might check ya chin
Bitch like where you been
I got like 15 let me come
Nut on that grin
Like I just pulled the pin
Better go vacate
Better go get out
Smoking on antidote
Don’t let it get out
I feel like jimi
I’m high in the red house
That bitch is crazy
Put my cigarette out
When I’m off blow
I might fight
Playing with me
I send you in the air
Like a satellite
Bitch I got no appetite
You can get waxed w the burner
Not talking bout candle light
I tell yo bitch open wide
She in the bricks
It’s ironic
We cut up a k of white
Y’all wanna talk every time
Bitch get yo money up
I’m in my bag talking samsonite
Pussy
Shut the fuck when I talk now
Yall wanted smoke then pull up to the crib and I promise you ain’t gonna walk out
I be like
Pussy
Lil bitch u best get the message
I take what whatever I mofucking want while u out sucking dick for percentage
I got a bovine dick I let hang
Shawty want eat my spit what can I say
I been broke than a bitch but I’m on my way
I miss that coke drip but I
Might have to settle for k
Bumping retch out the whip
Siren I dip
Rolling on E I put 5 in whip
Somebody please better come end my shit
I might just clean out yo crib then I go sell yo drip
Boy get a grip
No I mean really bitch
Go get a grip
I got an oz we breaking downs zips
That girl a trophy I heisman that bitch
I feel like tony soprano when I talk my shit
Y’all go head and just quit
I feel like tony soprano when I got that grip
Bullets go right through yo rib
When I’m off blow
I might fight
Playing with me
I send you in the air
Like a satellite
Bitch I got no appetite
You can get waxed w the burner
Not talking bout candle light
I tell yo bitch open wide
She in the bricks
It’s ironic
We cut up a k of white
Y’all wanna talk every time
Bitch get yo money up
I’m in my bag talking samsonite